He took a moment to process her answer, listening as much to what was said as what went unsaid. As they walked, the scenery changed, the gangplanks, sails, skulls and crossbones all starting to fade into the distance.

"We're slaves," he stated, bluntly. It was a fact that didn't please him, and why would it? "Its the part of our reality that so many on the ship do all they can to deny."